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Subject: Chapter 11: In The Arms Of The Angels (This story is a 'songfic' and this chapter contains one of my favorite tunes. :-D)


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Sanlin
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Date Posted: 09:44:13 12/10/01 Mon
In reply to: Sanlin 's message, "Welcome everyone :-D and a repost of "It's Absurd"" on 18:05:34 12/01/01 Sat

When he could move again, Michael wrapped Nikitas trembling form in a soft white towel.

He carried her, with her head cradled carefully against his chest, downstairs to the bedroom.

Collective Souls song "Giving" played softly in the background.


Giving me cause so I may yearn
Giving me words so I may learn
And I want more I want more
Giving me thoughts that I may keep
Giving me dreams so I may sleep
And I want more I want more
Still all I need is love
So give me more



He placed her yielding form beneath the white, silk sheets and then joined her in bed.

For the moment, he was too sated and happy to do more than draw her head down onto his chest, which was still slick with shower droplets and glistening with perspiration. He covered her face, eyelids, and throat with a warm cascade of kisses. His fingers stroked her angel-soft hair and he whispered words of love and pleasure into her ear in his native tongue.

In the background, the song continued:


Giving me calm to fall into
Giving me hope to guide me thru
And I want more I want more
Giving me light to see thru tears
Giving me strength to crush my fears
And I want more I want more
Still all I need is love
So give me more



But Michael French is such an ugly language, Nikita recovered enough to joke, stealing a line from the movie A Fish Called Wanda. I prefer Italian. Mio amante. Caro mio.

Playing along, Michael begged, "Speak it! Speak it! Liebchen. Meinem Hertzen."

Nikita snuggled against Michael, feeling warm, safe, and loved. She laughed, coming back to life. Then just as suddenly, she started weeping uncontrollably onto Michaels firm, muscular chest.

"Cherie, cherie! Cest daccord?" Michael was worried he might have hurt her in his relentless passion.

"Im fine," she wept. "Im just happy." She gazed into his luminous green, deeply trusting eyes and said, "I love you, Michael. I know Ive made mistakes in the past, but I cant remember loving anyone but you."


And I wont break you down
And I wont bring you down anymore
And I wont break you down
And I wont bring you down anymore



Her words were sunshine in his heart. He stroked her damp, blond tresses and purred, "Moi aussi, mon coeur. Sans tu, mon esprit est vide et mon coeur est mort. Tu es ma vie, ma raison detre. " He covered her with silk sheets and then wrapped his arms and legs around her soft body, forming a warm, protective blanket.


Giving me choice so I may seek
Giving me faith so Ill believe
And I want more I want more
Giving me breath of your mercy
Giving yourself to comfort me
And I want more I want more



Nikita couldnt understand all of Michaels words; but she understood the love in his voice. She stroked his chest and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Michael struggled to stay awake as long as possible to watch his Angel sleep. Her every breath was like the creation of the world. His world. He wished his arms could protect her from all the pain and hurt in her life. Snuggling down against her warm body, hugging her to his very soul, he thought, perhaps they could, if only for one night.


Still all I need is love
So give me more
(fading out) Love LoveLoveLove


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Tis is such a beautiful and tender scene. I love the songs and the French (r)Kitkat <@^@>18:27:29 12/13/01 Thu


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